Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.